Chapter 8
The messages were, of course, from Henry.
[Hey Rosalind, what do you mean by sending a lawyer to file for divorce?
+25 BONUS
[How dare you? If it weren’t for me, you’d never have enjoyed such a privileged life or built your career.
[This is a joke, isn’t it? If you really wanted a divorce, why not show up in person?
[And what’s with your new profile picture? You’ve been wanting to change it for a while to get my attention, haven’t you?
[I was too busy painting to notice, so you had to make a big scene, I suppose?]
Reading the barrage of texts, I felt nothing but a dull ache in my chest.
